Perhaps I made a bad decision...
The general malaise that has been plaguing me of late, and was duly noted by my therapist on Monday, has sunk me further, I regret to say. This morning I hit rock-bottom, and unfortunately had to put on a brave face and attend another speed dating event that I had already booked (and paid) for. I shall not be surprised if I get no matches from that event, and furthermore, I don't know if I care that much.
The slow leeching of the anit-depressants from my body seems to have at last finished. Thus the fact that I feel so low, and extraordinarily apathetic. I have contemplated this blog on hold until I feel better - but we shall see about that. It seems that I do need, if not drugs, some sort of chemical enhancement for my mood. I am going to try some natural things for a while, I just worry that they will take a while to kick in. Things are so flat in my head at the moment that every second feels like an eternity that I have to work through.
But to add even more poignancy to today's low vibe, I realised that I was shoe-shopping - but for COMFORTABLE SHOES. This is clearly the first sign of the coming apocalypse.